This morning I cleaning and vacuumed to prepare for gaining extra furniture that I didn't really need. Was feeling sick and out of spoons, while also very sweaty, before the important part of the day even started.
Oli, Firmin and Ian all helped move a dining table and chair, a big book case and a display cabinet that required some trickiness so get into the building as it is slightly taller than the stairwell.
I have better friends than I deserve.
And the physical effort destroyed me. I forget that I am actually chronically ill with surprising regularity and then do things and my body then reminds me why I don't do things - it reminds me hard.
I am sickly as fuck.
Then Atypical attacked me by having people argue over how relationships should work in ways that were very much arguments I should have had four to five years ago. And then having relationship drama linked to people going to Fleetwood Mac with other partners.
Wood polish is making my head hurt. I don't remember having problems with Neopol before but tonight..... owwie.....
Unless my regular migraine is just angry about my extreme overspending of spoons today.
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